The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1887-02-18

The following poem has had . wid
circulation. For school and Sunda!
school recitation we know nothing be
Ter. The author Il Anna p. Marshal:
hen iiszsssd's hut was smoky and cold.
ben HsxraFd hall blind was black and old.
Ard he eobhlec shoes ssr his seaniy gold.
samstins- he sighed fos lager store
wheresiih % bless the wandering poor;
For be not wise IN worldly iores
the poor wers Christ. :. be kne~ no more,
lone light cry from the ~indc~
Ben HssxaFa vas sleepy and tired and lame
ben Hazard. ep~n.' Il seemed 20 say,
/, Give shelter and foed. humhly pray
Ben Hazard IIred his woody hssd
Ito listen ''Tis awful cold. :" be said.
And his old bones shock In his ragged bed,
But the ~anderer mus, be comfortsd."
/ Come In. Ia the name az the Lord" he crieds
A. he opened the door. and held Il vide.
I A milk hits kitten vas all he spied.
Ben Hazard. snazed. stared up and down;
The streets d the siset- -begirtsd town;
The stout house doors carefully shut.
iSafe holtsd ~ere all but old Ben's hut.
III thought that somebody called" he said.
I-some dream Or other gor into my head
Come. then. poor pussy and share my bed
Then out from The storm the wind and the sleet
Pu.s jcyfully lay at old Ben's feet.
Truly, IL w44 a terrible storm.
Ben feared he shonId never more be warm.
But inst i be began 70 feel dozy.
And Prs- purring, scft and cosy.
IA voice called family before his door;
'-Ben Hazard. Ben Hazard. help. implorei
i6ise drink ami crust out from your stors'
Oat from h- bed he stumbled sesini
Come in. in The name of the Lord" he said;
lswish such ss have. thou shalt be fed
lOnly little black doghs saw.
winning and shaking broken paw.
We'll. well" be cried. "a must have dreamed;
Poor creature" be added. With husky tone.
Thou shalt have the whole Of my marrow bons,"
lie went to The cupboard and took from the shelf
iThe bone be hal saved for hi. very self.
Then. AFTER binding the broken paw.
Hail dead with cold vent Lack 10 his straw.
Under the ancient blue b~dquiIf he crept,
His conscience was white. and again be slept.
nut again voice called. both loud and clear;
l'.Bsn nsxzsra for thnr'- sweet sake. cone hsrcr'
Ionee more be stood At The open door
Aud hooked abroad. as he looked before.
iThis time. full sure twas voice he heard;
But al he storm tossed bird
Come 10. "a fhe name Of the Lord he said.
rcrteriy raisiEg the dropping head
And n sripg his taf'cred robe apart.
Lid The cold bird on his o~n warm heart.
: lThs sunrise flashed the snowny thasch,
A. an angel lifted the wooden latch.
lBsn woke IN food o. golden light,
and kn~~ The voice that had called sii night.
.rhric~ happy 4 he that hiesseih The poor,
me hrniilrst creature thss sought Thy door.
for christs sweet sake thou hast comforted."
, l"Nsy. twas not much. Ben hambIy said,
Ivnh ruefni shake u his old rrsy head.
l"who gs.esh al % hi srsnsy store
I'm rhriss's dear name DO ny more.
behold. the Master -ho waissfh for thee.
isaifh. Giving 20 them thou hsst given 20 Me-"
Then With heavens hight IN hs fscs. "Auen,
a come in the nams q the Lord" said Ben.
: lsFrcren 20 DEATH the watehman said.
when a. last he found him in his bed,
iwnh . ~rlie % hsr face strange and hrIghi
; I've wondered ~hst oid Hen ss~ that night